| Give me room for a drunkard
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| Swaying back and swaying forth
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| While the city is shining finest
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| They barricade the doors
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| I feel a wound in my stomach
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| Shoding left and shoding right +++
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| Deliver me from slumber and fight
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| Mud in my mouth
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| From the dust in the sky
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| I spin to the ground
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| My tongue forever dry
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| Keep me in tradition
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| We’re here and here to stay
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| We’re not leaving till the sky reveals
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| It’s lovely morning gray
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| Here on barren landscapes
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| I feel our will be done
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| More powerful that hatred
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| Mud in my mouth
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| From the dust in the sky
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| I spin to the ground
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| My tongue forever dry
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| This bridge will never tremble
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| 'Cause we hide it in the pockets
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| Of you and of I +++++
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| When they find it they will wonder
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| How we kept it for so long
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| Where we chose to hide it
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| And where they went wrong
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| Mud in my mouth
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| From the dust in the sky
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| I spin to the ground
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| My tongue forever dry
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| When the night is over
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| And I am down the road
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| Reaching to your pocket
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| And form that sandy stone
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| I feel our will be done |